The delicious culprits.
Ah, that milky swimming pool!
Carrying around “baggage” in the form of a very heavy cast, has re-aquainted me with some old friends: carbohydrates. I think it is part of the healing process to crave the deliciousness of cereal for breakfast and again for dinner. It is not exactly on the Jenny Craig menu, but I figure if I don’t eat anything else then it makes it OK and better than that, it makes me happy. The crunchy puffs of rice and squares of wheat swimming in their pool of icy cold milk can almost make me forget that I am getting absolutely nothing done around here because hobbling takes too much effort. So, I am resigned to reading, writing, yes, yes, slowing down, and trying very hard to ignore the piles of papers and the New Year’s resolutions to clean up and get organized.
The”best laid plans” and all those good intentions and visualizations did not predict this prison on my leg. Do I sound a bit annoyed? I am taking suggestions on productive ways to: clean my closet, clean and organize my papers and generally begin the process of organizing the “energy” (i.e. Happiness Project) in my house so the chi can flow and the positive actions begin.
Suggestions? Willing helpers?
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